Red Love

Chapter one - You

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You shiver.
Even though the wind is thundering against your thinly-dressed body, you continue to slowly stagger forwards. You couldn't really stop, anyway. You didn't exactly have any where go.
You're homeless, and don't have any known family that would help you here in New York. In fact, you don't think you have any family left.

You lost your house about a month or two ago, when your stupid, stupid cat knocked the candle onto your mother's polyester drapes. Your bedroom was on the other side of the house, and you only realised when you were suffocated from the black smoke and surrounded by thick, foundering tendrils hot flame.
You knew you should have paid extra for those quality fire alarms.

Your cat had died - well, you thought she did anyway, you weren't really sure - but you still can't decide whether to hate or miss your cat, so you do both.

It wasn't actually that much of a difference, living out here on the streets. Well, at least before the fire you had a warm bed and food, if not the only company was a cat who skunk off at every chance.
You sigh. Now you have nothing.
Your life was miserable before, with all the bullies at school... and the Purple Dragons. Shudder. They were a nasty bunch of idiotic neighbourhood thugs.
But now your out in the cold, eating out if trash cans and muttering conversations to yourself. And the homeless thing hadn't changed the Purple Dragon situation. It just made it worse. Now your an easier target. No brick wall to block them. Just air.

Well, you talked to yourself before anyway, but you never told anyone that. Your not crazy. You know people would judge you very harshly - even for being a little different - and you didn't need more of that.
You already knew all that of course.

You want to stop walking so badly and just lie down, but you can see the sewer lid just up ahead. Your force your frozen bare legs to drag your skinny body further.
A little further... a little further...
Finally.
It wasn't much of a walk, from your last little camp to here, but it was so cold and so frail that it felt like five years.
You slowly bend down and unsteadily lift the lid off. You slide down onto the ladder and disappear, replacing the lid where it was before.

Right foot, right hand. Left foot, left hand.
You think as you make your way down the sewerage ladder.
When you make it to the bottom, you carefully hop off, your dirty, torn rags flap a little, showing your scrawny stomach.
Let's hope my theory on the sewer being safer than where I was before is right.
You sniff the air.
"Eugh," you say aloud. "Definitely smells worse."

You look around.
"Hm." There is three different tunnels.
You walk up to the first tunnel and listen.
There's a lot of scuttling a and squeaking going on in that one.
"Rats," you whisper. "No thank you."
You move onto the next one.
You listen again. Nothing.
You shrug and is about to move onto the next tunnel, when you hear voices.
Coming from the second tunnel.
There's other people in the sewers? You wonder. Maybe they're homeless, like me? Maybe we can make like a camp together. Share food. Make each other smile. Be like a family I never had.

You take a deep breath and enter the second tunnel.

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